I'm a green-skinned tech master

"Master Pakpan..." Osuvis stood up and tried to say something, but in the end she did not say a word, she knew that her words were childish, and these words were difficult to impress the master's heart.

The spirit race, speaking of this ancient and powerful race, must not be able to avoid the battle of heaven. A doomsday war that took place tens of millions of years ago and lasted for millions of years.

On one side of the war are the space necromancers and star gods, and on the other side are the ancient saints and the psionic races they carry, including orcs and spirits.

Orcs don't have to be introduced. The spirit race has a strong spiritual talent, the physical strength is also very high, and the nerve reaction speed is the same as the speed of light.

Compared with the two races, in addition to the number of spirit races inferior to orcs, an ordinary spirit warrior can easily crush ordinary orc boys.

In an era when the combat effectiveness of all races has shrunk significantly, the combat effectiveness of an ordinary Spirit Race warrior is not inferior to that of human elite Astarte warriors.

After the battle for heaven, the ancient saints disappeared, maybe extinct, maybe escaped and hidden, in short, the most powerful race in the universe did not appear in the vision of many life in the galaxy.

The Spirit Clan inherited many ancient saints' legacies, including the network that spread throughout the galaxy.

The simple two words of the network channel are something that human emperors covet, and it is one of the highest masterpieces of ancient saint technology. The name is a channel, in fact, it is essentially a high-dimensional world, the network is huge and complex, and the spirit race lives in it, and it also hides secrets.

The efficiency and safety of faster-than-light navigation through the network far exceed subspace, and the spirit race can rely on the network to appear in all corners of the galaxy at any time, so after the ancient saint disappeared, the spirit race began to rise.

In the later stages of the Battle of Heaven, the main opponent of the ancient saint, the Star God, was also backstabbed by the space necromancers.

Backstabbing defeated Star God at a cost, and the Space Necromancer itself suffered huge losses.

In this case, the space necromancers were not sure of defeating the spirit race in the battle for hegemony, so they chose to look for countless barren planets in the galaxy to transform into a tomb world, and the entire race fell into a deep sleep.

Because the Time Warlock of the Space Necromancers predicts that in the future, the spirit race itself will go to destruction, there is no need to fight them to the death now.

After the space necromancy fell asleep, the Spirit Race became the galactic overlord, and the invincible Spirit Race created many huge planet-like ark worlds to use as transport ships.

They are arrogantly addicted to carnal desires and pleasures, and constantly stimulate the subspace that has become more unstable due to the tragic battle of heaven with their fierce feelings.

As a result, the fourth great evil god was born, and the evil almost devoured the gods of the spirit race, and established a soul connection with almost all the spirit race, constantly and slowly sucking the soul of the spirit race.

Some of the Spirit Race survived, and the huge transport ship Ark became the home of this part of the surviving Spirit Race, which later became known as the Ark Spirit Clan.

Because of the intimate connection with the color sin, the spirit race did not even dare to directly shout the name of the color sin, otherwise the soul would be directly devoured, so it had to be replaced by more ambiguous titles such as the great enemy and the one.

The need to get rid of the sin sucking the souls of all the spirit races, and liberating the entire race is the highest demand of most of the surviving spirit races.

This is why the prophet Osuvis is so persistent, she really feels that in her prophecy, she sees a promising future for the Spirit Race. And this future is worth all the costs she pays for.

"I will recruit my followers in the Ark, and if this is the way I go, I will persevere in walking it..." Osuvis was silent for a moment, "even if I will die on the path."

"You're only 300 years old...", Pakpan didn't turn around, but his tone was full of pity.

Ausulvis became more determined, "I am three hundred years old, the ark has blessed my growth, made me feel a lot of beauty, and the beauty we create should not be extinguished with us." I think there is still hope for the spirit race, and for the continuation of the race, I am willing to trade my life for that possibility. The

figure of Pakpan who turned his back trembled slightly, yes, the spirit race is a race with a long history, and there are many beautiful things in the culture.

The Spirit Race is arrogant, but the Spirit Race's scientific, artistic and cultural achievements are also very superb. This is a high-level hegemon-level civilization.

"Yes, there are many good things among us..." Pakpan glanced down at the book of poetry on the table....

"Our music, our dance, our poetry, our architecture. Because our bodies are sharper, in emotional experience, we are deeper than all the races in the galaxy now.

"For example, in humans, their perception of pain, love, beauty is one, and we are at least ten." I admit that our race is somewhat arrogant in the eyes of others, but we have arrogant capital!

Our experience, our aesthetics, our art touches heights that are unattainable by his race, and this beauty should be perpetuated..."

With that, Pakpan turned to look at the young prophet with soft eyes.

"Finding the thread of destiny is a difficult thing, your motives have moved me, and I think our prophets also need guards."

"I... I don't know how to thank you ... Master Pakpan..." Osuvis was speechless with excitement.

"Prophet, you also need to grow and become more mature. I am an old man who has traveled many paths, a poet and a master who is addicted to art... That's just a respectful title for me, and I think I haven't reached the realm of a master.

After Pakpan finished speaking, he no longer looked at Osuvis who was about to cry with excitement, he opened the white cabinet next to him and took out a set of clothes, a set of clothes he still wore when he walked the path of the samurai.

War witch Pakpan, an ancient name too.

It takes time to organize a convoy, and although the ark is large and there are many capable people, there are not many people willing to follow such a young little prophet.

It also took time to adjust and guide this young prophet, but I didn't expect that I was so old and had to accompany the young man on adventures.

Thinking of this, Pakpan couldn't help but smile bitterly.

On the Ark of Uvis, a small but very elite Spirit Race fleet is being formed.

This matter is too small, not only the other races do not care, but the spirit race itself does not care, there are too many prophets who left the ark in order to grasp the thread of fate.

How many of them will remain famous in history, how many will be nameless, and how many will fall into the sea of stars, who can tell?

Unlike the bitter hatred of other races, the orcs are always happy and happy, they sit carefree on the big dig, eat mushrooms and sing.

Cheng Mingrui, who is operating the direction in front, is also very happy, and he is more and more integrated into the green-skinned lifestyle.